A Poop * k8 *
An evening class was a nice change indeed. Aboli was fed and still awake for now. It had been a tiring first week thus far, but she was still chugging along! She was also trying to be as CHEERFUL as possible...even with Val seemingly ignoring her.
She wasn't sad at all. There were no tears anywhere...not even at 3am...by herself in her dorm...nope...
None.
ABOLI DID NOT CARE. "Minjae, did you grab the wrong book?" she asked as she went to linger next to him before clicking her tongue in mock disappointment. "You need an assistant to help you, clearly. Perhaps you can pay a younger Hufflepuff to do your bidding," she smirked to show that she was cleaaaaarly joking. "Also HELLLLLLO Professor W!" she exclaimed with a BIIIIIG wave.
There was Avalon..Nem...Claudine...loud younger students...this would be at least an interesting class. And was that a pensieve????? What was THAT doing in a creatures class??
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |